Monday, July 26, 2010

barista deja vu

my touch rattles the cupin its saucer, spillscoffee & teacaffeine's restless habits,a mug resting against my teethpreventing the warmtha way to still my hands,slow everything down.today is a day builtfor bad news, the skiescloud-hung and sullenthe color of coffee-staineddishwater, and your eyes,murky and solemn.i don't even know what you're asking,but want no part of it.i have enough,in my life, buildingto a head.i strain the tea and sip.steam obscures my glassesand i have to ask:how many times will i stand here,hands shaking,waiting for you?